It has to end but is it the end?

Imlie was still staring at the blank screen during the movie break. Aryan:

-Do you need anything?

Imlie came to her senses when he asked her a second time.

-Let me go to the washroom, okay?

Averting her eyes, she quickly walked between the seats and left the hall…

a little Imlie-giri, a little squabble, the second half begins

”When I should go straight, I turn right and cross the street.

I will not go to work.

Not when im this much full of you.

I need to forget but I don’t want to forget…

I whistle the taxi with one hand. We were going to a sportgame once. we learned then. though you couldn’t play, but your effort was more than enough for me.

When I got out of the taxi, i realized that it was still dark.

Tall trees stretched out in front of me on either side of the road.

I thought i heard the sound of the wind.

it was too high. I shuddered. It’s not the wind.

It’s coming from behind the wall ahead.

I tried to move forward silently.

When i looked behind the wall, i came face to face with a little boy.

He whistled with leaves.

If I could laugh that i was tense with fear, I would.

The boy was dirty, he might have lived on the street.

I took some money out of my pocket and handed it to him.

It took place suddenly that he snatched the money from my hand and ran off into the shadows.

I shrugged, focused my attention on my path and kept walking.

Moonlight was difficult to see because of the clouds.

I don’t know if the morning frost was making my hands cold, or the ambiance of the cemetery was starting to affect me and I was cold.

I was surprised to see my target from afar.

It had a surreal glow.

I, who headbutted the bullet, took control here as well and I continued to walk forward.

I remembered what it felt like to be afraid when a few meters of opacity began to fade into a blur.

I staggered, as I was about to turn around, my attention was drawn to her wrist as the silhouette became clearer.

I could see from the waist down as i lowered my gaze to the ground.

The silhouette had no feet. It fluttered as if it were in the air.

I didn’t realize i was biting my lip, but i felt the pain.

As a deep, high-pitched scream rose from my stubborn head, which i raised with my eyes closed,

I opened my eyes, spending a force that i thought had shortened my life by a few days.

I could see the silhouette now that it was getting clearer.

It was you.

You were standing in front of me in a different form, with your name written on the tombstone i was standing at.

I wanted to say.

I wanted to say something.

There was no sound.

Or my voice wasn’t coming out.

Maybe I was dreaming of saying something.

Everything was mixed up.

Sanity left the building.

“Hello,” said a voice in my head, comforting enough to remind me to breathe.

-Do you know how much I miss you?

-How???…

-I don’t know either, I am aware that this state of us is irrelevant to the reality we know and get used to.

Don’t break up.

I will try a thousand more times if necessary, but why not this time?

-I do not understand you?

-There is something you forgot.

Maybe your wish was granted, maybe you fed a hungry person and received a prayer in the past, I don’t know.

But you forgot something when your own reality changed.

Although I don’t know why I was chosen, it’s nice to think that my love for you brought me here.

-I can hardly contain myself. What are you talking about?

-Can you move?

-Barely

-Take three steps and look at the tombstone on your left.

-What?

-Take three steps and look at the tombstone on your left.

My mother suddenly came to my mind.

She touched my cheek and said one.

She was smiling. I said one.

She touched my other cheek and said two.

I put my hands on hers and said two.

She said three, rubbing her nose on mine. I giggled three.

I looked to my left.

The letters first appeared as meaningless jumbled lines. I slowly started to see the text. Reading my name made no sense, I closed my eyes, opened them and looked again.

My name was written on the tombstone.

My name.

Fear turned into anger of not understanding, courage came and sat inside me, i turned to silhouette

-I said what does that mean?

The voice in my head is in a tone where sadness and happiness go hand in hand.

-When I left, that is, when I died, you came soon after.

But something was different in your transition.

There were no more tears in your eyes because you cried so much.

(I love to see the stars in your eyes, but please don’t cry.

They’re beautiful in the sky , let them be , you used to tell me , when i cry)

You were cut off from eating or drinking in your last days.

(We used to eat from the same plate,

you said one bite and one soul at every opportunity when proposing to me.)

You couldn’t remember when you got this transition.

(I hugged you because i couldn’t think of being without you once you were late for our date.)

I don’t know why, but your timeline is broken and you can’t remember the end.

(We added to our wedding vows,

we didn’t start together, but we will finish together)

It was as if you had struggled to imprison yourself in that moment.

-Do you want to hear the last thing i remember?

-Yeah?

-Why should i have time if we don’t have time to spend together?

-Do you want to continue where we left off?

-Is there such an option?

(I shouldn’t get used to laughing through tears. It’s getting weird)

-Take my hand, until the apocalypse ,

maybe we’ll be allowed to reach beyond…”

she was sitting there even the credits ended.